First Entry -- The Beginning

My secret is that I am not just one person.

Anyone who knows me may know one of my personalities, or may have met one of them.

You may know me as "Fauna" or "Allu" or "Vampy" or "Nee-chan". Maybe you know who I really am and happen to be one of the lucky ones on my Facebook. Yay Facebook... But for those of you who aren't, those of you who end up here somehow, by some chance, and happen to know me, "Hey."


Why I am here today:

I felt it was time that I start posting things somewhere. I have a site for everything. I have a liveJournal, a deviantART, a Facebook and a Myspace and a BlogSpot and I'm sure several other places. I'm sure my identity on the internet is no longer private. I'm sure that who I am has been exposed to the world without fail, and that's okay. Maybe, someday, someone will use it all against me, or try to, and it will end in my favor. Free information, free upgrades. That makes sense to me, even though it makes no sense to you.

Why am I writing here right NOW, instead of another time:

I just wanted to say something. I had something resting inside of me. Instead of working on my story for my Fiction class, I ended up writing here or staring at my Facebook waiting for a certain someone. Not just one, but a few certain someones, who I would like to say something to. But they aren't coming about because they actually have goals and plan to do something with their lives. They plan to become something and thus they try harder than I do.

I on the other hand, I just sort of wait and wander and wait and wander and wait and wander. And then I "trip" or "fall" or "wake up with a mysterious change" that I cannot explain.

I'm sorry y'all. I apologize for what I've done and what I have done in the past beyond recent times.

But like I said, before all of that, I wanted to say this will probably be a blog of sappyness. It will probably seek sympathy or something. And I will look at your sympathy and probably laugh.

Give me no sympathy. I just want to complain to someone. The anonymous. You.

I miss you. A lot. Just a few someones. I want to take you in my arms and hold you forever because it's been so long and I don't know how much longer it will be until I see you again and get the chance to touch you or speak to you or something like that. I really can't tell.

Here is a YouTube video of the song that explains how I feel for those people:

It's called Where Do You Go by National Product



And now, I close this.

~Fauna